I’ll keep it short and sweet. I’m having too much fun at the moment and haven’t had a chance to post. I’m travelling with a crew of three pirates and two leprechauns (I’m dressed like the former of course). I’ve just spend two nights in Oslo and last night in Riga. I’m going to Tallinn tonight. Oslo was so crazy expensive that we drank A LOT of vodka before we hit the streets. Lets see what happened…
Highlights:
- First night in Oslo: got plastered drunk thanks to fellow writer and flagger Altas Al over at flaggingheadquaters.com. It was a great night, but unfortunately I woke the next morning in some random bed with a beast of a Viking beside me… the horror, the horror.
- The next day I met with Al for some the best pizza of my life and I got to preview their new book: Destination Fornication: the Field guide for Flaggers. They’ve done a fantastic job and I recommend you pick up a copy. It’s mandatory reading for any flagger!
- Second night in Oslo: Determined to rectify my standards, I upped my game 100x. I went to a rock bar and ended up with two girls on my arm and spent the rest of the night in a three-way make out. The other guys in the bar thought I was an absolute legend. I called them “my wenches”. I even had a girl approach me in front of them and ask me to fuck her instead of them. “Sorry love, two is better than one,” was my response. Norwegians have to be the friendliest in Europe.
- Fast forward to the worst morning of my life. Long story short, the night before the wenches brought back to their apartment for a threesome, but I was so fucking drunk I collapsed on the sofa the second we got in the door. I can’t remember a thing. I woke up late for the bus to the airport and had to pay… wait for it…. 480 US dollars for a taxi! No, that’s not a typo. It was 2,777 NOK. To add insult to injury, I had to pay another $95 because I didn’t check in online with Ryanair. No threesome, no money, and the worst hangover of my life, but at least I made the flight…
- Last night I went out in Riga and continued my ‘hot streak’ – if you could call it that. I gamed a hottie of Russian descent. I worked hard in an environment that was 80% sausage. Crucially, I STOPPED drinking and switched to water and coffee.
Bottom line: Latvian flag captured.
Bring on Estonia.
Latvian of Russian heritage, nice! I thought you guys were going to scope out Horgan’s. It is a bit of a trek from The Dubliner, you must have ended up at the rock bar called Rock In? Next time we meet up, I’ll be drinking/siege-ing instead of working. Enjoy Latvia!!
Didn’t make it to Horgans..
Rock In… love that place!
Fucking hilarious, sounds like something that would happen to me.
thats definitely something that would not happen to me! being too shitfaced to bang 2 scandinavians would give me a mega sad face 🙁
nice recovery though. keep up the good work.
Ah, taxi to the airport because of hungover panic, classic mistake that even the locals are known to do. Airport express train is 2 times quicker, and 10 times cheaper 😉
Told you Oslo is so expensive it will make you cry
NN,
One thing that boggles my mind is how you can afford to travel so much? Even with the cheapest flights, hostels, watered-down alcohol, and food it’s gotta add up to thousands of $$$ per year. What’s your secret?